Okay people, you win. I'll continue to try, lol. I refuse to quit!!! I figured out what my problem is. I pushed myself to start writing another story…really, really soon, so that I could get back with the Raw storyline. I think I've overcome the sudden wave of shock that came over me though.

I re-read the first few chapters, and I've declared that they aren't all that great. I'm probably going to perk them up a bit, so don't be surprised if you see some changes in them. I'm just not happy with the way the feud between Rose and Rene started, and progressed. I'm thinking of changing that, but only a little bit, to make it more convincing. I'm still going with the whole fighting/hating/angsty shiz-nit, lol. It's all good. I'm really sorry this story got off to such an iffy beginning. Tell me if what you think. Should I re-write some of the parts in the first few chapters? I really need to know, it'd make things sooo much easier, lol.

Chapter five: Bloody Hell-or Orton-or yah-Hell

Annie flipped through the pages of the catalog. Every time she looked at her engagement ring, she found herself browsing her newly purchased collection of Bridal magazines. She laughed to herself giddily as she skimmed the pages. She would occasionally find herself stopping to look at a dress, then deciding against it. She wanted her dress to be somewhat sexy, yet conservative. If such a dress existed, she certainly hadn't found it.

Randy looked up from where he sat reading some Pantera article. He spotted Breanne ogling the wedding magazines again. He shook his head as he saw her face light up at for a moment at a dress, then fall as she shook her head and turned the page. 'What have I gotten myself into?' he questioned himself with a laugh. He looked her over, 'Oh yah, that's right…I'm in love…it's totally worth it then,' he smiled as he stood up and walked over toward her.

"Hey, you," he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Hey," she leaned into his embrace, then turned the page back to the dress she had just spotted, "What do you think of this one?"

"It doesn't really matter…I'm just going to rip it off of you that night," he breathed into her ear, sending chills down her spine.

"No you won't…not if it costs that much," she pointed to the price at the bottom of the page.

Randy's eyes widened as he tugged at his collar, "Maybe you're right…a more subtle undressing might be better…"

Annie laughed, "That's what I was thinking. Screw the dress hunting for now! I want to pick the colors and decorations!" she exclaimed as she picked up a different stack of magazines.

Randy shrugged, "Sure, but uh…why don't we wait until after the show? Then we can relax and pick everything out?"

Annie smiled, "Sounds good to me."

Randy kissed her forehead as he started to stand up, "Where do you want to eat tonight, babe?"

"How about Olive Garden?" she asked, already knowing his reply.

"You know me too well," he shook his head as she left the dressing room to cut a promo.

Annie let out a reflective sigh as she puzzled over how it had come so far in such a short period of time. 'Let's review shall we?? Oh, that's right! You're just one really fuckin' lucky woman!!' she smiled to herself. Once again she found herself thinking over that first night she had started working here. She had hated Randy, at first.

She winced as she remembered what Rose had told her earlier that day. Randy and herself may not have hit it off in the beginning, but she had never pushed him off a boat. Annie nearly laughed out loud at the thought of a flailing Rene, but thought better of it after remembering the look of regret on Rose's face. 'The poor girl, how was she supposed to know he couldn't swim?' She sighed.

Annie felt partially responsible. It was her meddling that led the two to the boat in the first place. It wasn't supposed to turn out the way it did. Annie grimaced, "They were supposed to see each other on the boat, start to talk things out, get caught up in the scenery, and at least start some sort of friendship."

Annie held in a smile. How was she supposed to know that Rose was going to try and kill him! 'It's always the quiet ones!' This time she did giggle, but only for a second. She had decided after the incident to take Randy's advice and leave it to them from now on.

However, she would be open to give advice if either person decided to come to her, and Randy was willing to do at least that as well. He had no problem helping people when they asked for it, but Annie figured that was only because he liked the idea of no longer being the youngest guy in the back. 'Being able to give advice probably makes him feel wiser or something,' Annie concluded.

Annie was going back to her laptop to update the website when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," she said cheerfully.

"Annie?" It was Rose.

Annie turned to see a pale-faced rose. She had obviously been dreading coming here tonight, "Yah, sweetie?" Annie asked, acting as if she didn't notice the younger girl's obvious plight at having to show her face after what she had done yesterday.

"Um…Stephanie's calling another creative meeting. I think inspiration suddenly struck her or something," Rose managed a small smile to accompany a faint laugh.

Annie smiled sweetly, "Okay, I'll be there." Annie let out with a sigh. As soon as she had come back to the WWE, Vince and Steph had asked her to join the creative team. Of course she just had oblige.

Rose caught on to her dismay, "Don't worry, it's nothing bad. It's actually about next week's show. So that means less worries at the Thursday morning meeting this week." Rose smiled when she noticed Annie's face lift a little.

"Sounds good…" Annie trailed off. She wanted to ask Rose if she had talked to Rene yet, but she didn't want to get involved. If Rose wanted to tell her, she woul-

"No," Rose shook her head. She saw the questions written all over Annie's troubled face.

Immediately Annie ran off into another fit of apologies, "Oh, Rosie, I'm soooo sorry. I didn't think it would end the way it did, honestly. I guess I'm losing my sight…I'm usually really good at seeing a potential match. Could you ever forgive me? I'm so sorr-"

"It's okay Annie, really…it is. It shouldn't have turned out the way it did, in fact…I could have chose to make it different. It was all my fault. He asked me if we could put all the shit behind us and start over. I just wouldn't have it. I'm so reckless…what was I thinking pushing him over like that!?!" Rose spat quickly, finally able to release all of the pent up frustration. Rose could feel the sting of tears in her eyes, "I feel so awful," she choked.

Annie was across the room and hugging the girl in less than half a second, "Calm down honey, it's oka-"

"No! You don't understand. It's only my third week and look at me! I'm already a mess! I don't think this job is for me…I mean…I don't know. I thought I could handle it. This is everything I've ever wanted, but I think I should have waited to accept Vince's offer. I'm clearly not WWE material."

"Don't say that! You're going to do great here. You've got such potential. I know you can do this, sweetie. I know how hard it can be when you first start out here, and how scary the first few weeks are, but you have to listen to me. You have to learn not to take things too seriously around here. People can seem rude and careless at first, but with time and effort, it gets better. I promise, this will seem really funny in a couple of months."

Rose sniffled, "I know. I'm sorry I broke down on you. Ugh, I need to get a grip. I guess I'm over-reacting."

"That's better. Why don't you go wash your face and we'll walk to the meeting together, okay?"

"Okay," Rose said as Annie released her and she walked over toward the sink.

Meanwhile, Rene stood outside the door, his features deep in thought. He had heard every word. He was still a little agitated at being thrown off a boat, but it wasn't like he didn't have it coming. The only thing that was really damaged after being tossed over was his ego.

He was just happy none of the guys other than Evolution knew about the incident. Hell, he didn't even want Conway to know. 'He'd have a hay-day with that…I'd never live it down.' Rene had come looking for Randy, but he obviously wasn't there. Rene had no other reason for being outside of Breanne Davis' office but he lingered there anyway.

He was torn between two ways of handling the situation. Torn between going in there and telling Rose not to worry about it and then kiss the Hell out of her, or running away very quickly and avoiding her completely…or at least for as long as humanly possible. Sighing, Rene chose the second option. He high-tailed it out of there as soon as he heard them coming toward the door. He walked quickly to try and avoid being seen by Rose and Annie.

"Well, let's go!" Annie said as she linked arms with Rose. The new writer was quickly becoming a good friend, Annie acknowledged to herself.

Rose smiled at the gesture. She had never felt so welcome or befriended before. It was nice to have someone to talk to and hang out with. 'It's good to have a…friend,' Rose thought to herself. Annie was a friend, she realized, and that didn't bother her…at all. Rose smiled again thoughtfully as she and Annie headed out the door.

Just as they stepped out of the doorway, Rose saw Rene about to round the corner. However, she wasn't the only one who felt the other's presence, as Rene slightly turned his head. Their eyes met and held for a fraction of a second before he finally turned the corner.

Rose let out a sigh that was clearly full of remorse, and Annie fought to keep from commenting. She witnessed everything that had just happened and wanted to urge the girl to chase after him and talk things out, but she refused to mess things up further. She would just let it be…that's what she kept telling herself at least. In reality, Annie wasn't sure whether or not she could stand the tension between the two rising any higher.

Annie cleared her throat, "C'mon, let's hurry up, we don't want to be late."

"Yah," Rose replied, "we better step on it, huh?"

"Yup."

~Later that night during Randy's match~

Annie clutched the side of her chair when she saw that Randy wasn't getting up. Her heart stopped for a second, it seemed, until she saw him stirring on the floor. She let out a sigh when he started to get up, but it quickly turned into a cringe when blood ran down his face. Her eyes widened at the small but thick puddle of blood that lay on the floor where his was only moments ago.

"He's bleeding! He's not supposed to be bleeding!!" Annie yelped aloud causing Paul and David to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, and to hold her in place. The WWE probably didn't need an intern running to the ring during a live, televised event.

"It's alright. Randy'll be okay, he's a tough guy," Ric offered his comfort from across the room.

Annie noticed Rob hesitate to continue, but pressed on anyway. She ground her teeth when she saw Rob lay him over the security wall and come down on him. Swallowing hard, Annie forced herself to continue watching. Randy landed in the seat where Mick was supposed to sit. The match continued on the monitor. At that moment, she was really glad that the monitors in the back didn't go to commercials. Then again, she was upset at the fact that she would have to suffer through watching the man she loved get the crap knocked out of him.

Annie breathed relief when she saw Randy finally come back with a drop kick. After that, she was amazed by him. She had never seen him wrestle this way. The look in his eyes could only be described as savage. J.R. was right in saying that Randy was being hardcore. She thought to herself, 'Randy is kicking ass…is it me or is getting hot in here?'. Her attention suddenly went to the visible bulge in Randy's wrestling shorts. 'Yup, it's me alright.'

The match went on and on with just as many pin falls as there were ups and downs. Just when Annie thought she was going to pull her hair out, it was over. Randy had pulled off one hell of a painful looking DDT. Annie and Paul jumped up simultaneously when they heard the bell ring. Annie ran to the trainer's room to await Randy while Paul took off toward the ring.

By the time Randy made it to the trainer's Annie was there waiting for him. He noticed her worried face and tried to smile without making it seemed forced. He feeling a little funky after being knocked silly…go figure.

"Are you okay?" Annie's voice brought him back to the world around him.

"Yah, I'm…good," he said as he shook his head slightly in an attempt to clear his mind. He wasn't thinking however, and the shaking of his head caused him to veer to the left a little bit. Luckily Paul was there to hold him up and lead him to a bench to be bandaged.

Breanne opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off when Rob, followed by Stephanie entered the room. Stephanie noticed the look of fright riding Annie's features, "Don't worry. It's a head wound, he probably has a concussion, but believe me, it looks a lot worse than it really is."

Annie nodded her head in comprehension, "I know, but," she paused and stole a glimpse at Randy. He was being cleaned up and bandaged on the other side of the room. "He just looked so…"

"Bloody?" Stephanie asked, trying to finish the sentence.

"Yah," Annie replied with a small chuckle. That had been exactly the word she was looking for, but hearing the word 'bloody' used so light heartedly to describe someone just sounded funny for some reason. For a moment she wondered if she hadn't hit her head on something on the way over.

Bandage in place, Randy got up from where he sat on the bench. As soon as the path between he and Annie was cleared, she was in his arms, then her lips were on his mouth. He leaned into the kiss, noticing how desperate it was.

Randy didn't really feel too bad anymore. He was tired, but not too tired to pick up his fiancé and carry her out of the room, much to her discontent, of course. Paul and Stephanie followed behind to make sure he didn't run into anything on his way to Evolution's dressing room.

Annie kissed him again as they reached the door, this time less desperately, and more passionately. Wantonly. Randy's eyebrow shot up as he looked down at her, "Maybe I should get the shit kicked out of me more often. I'm liking the effect it has on you," he smirked.

"I swear. You could probably get ran over by a bulldozer and you'd still be smirking!" she teased. "Besides, I've never seen you like that before. You looked…you were so…Fuck it!" She said as she seized his lips again. "I'm going to get my things, you do the same because I want to go. NOW!"

"Yes ma'am!" Randy saluted her as he grabbed his things. He'd never seen Annie so…he shuttered. Tonight would be good. Randy grabbed his things and headed for the door.

Halfway down the hall, he bumped into Rene. "Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you had the night off?"

"I did," he admitted.

"Then why are you here, man? If I had the night off, I'd take it. I'd be at the hotel and me and Annie would-"

"Yah, I know," Rene said, not wanting to hear anything else. "I'm here because I needed to talk to you."

Randy's brow furrowed, "What's up?"

"Well, uh, first of all, great match," Rene said a bit nervously.

"Uh-huh…and now what did you need?" He didn't know why Rene was acting so strange lately, but he had a good idea that it had a lot to do with a certain new female writer.

Rene exhaled shortly. He didn't know how to word his question. He looked around for a minute before giving up, "Never mind, man," he said as he started to walk off.

"C'mon Rene, just ask. I already know what it's about. I thought you said you didn't want women problems," Randy said, causing Rene to turn back around to face him.

"I know what I said, and I don't want them, but I've got them anyway," Rene conceded.

"Well, tell me about 'em. Walk and talk," he smiled as they started walking, taking the long way to Annie's office.

"You're right. It's about Rose."

"Okay. Are you pissed off about her pushing you over? Because she didn't know you couldn't sw-"

"No, it's not about that," Rene interjected.

"Really? So you don't care that she almost killed you? Wow, you do have it bad."

"Shut up, Randy," Rene rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay. Seriously, dude, what's going on? And I don't mean to be a dick, but spit it out, because my head still hurts pretty bad."

With that, the rambling of an insane wrestler began, "Yah. I know. It's just that I don't know how to talk to her without pissing her off. I mean, I did it on purpose a couple times, but I was just messing with her, you know? Well…actually, on her first night, I was just in a bad mood, but the other times I just couldn't help walking up to her, and when I got there I didn't know what to say or how to apologize so I just pestered her and now…"

"And now it seems pointless because she'd just as soon push off a boat then look at you," Randy said with a chuckle. He liked the little spin he had just put on that phrase.

Rene slumped his shoulders a little bit, "Yup."

"Listen, you want my advice?"

"Depends…is it good?"

"Of course it's good! Look who you're talking to!"

"Okay. Okay. Whatever, man," Rene said putting his hands up in apologetic defense.

"That's right," Randy nodded as they continued walking, "My advice is to leave her alone for a little while. Give her some time to get adjusted here, then approach her. Who knows, maybe by then she won't feel the need to push you away anymore."

Rene laughed slightly, he knew exactly what he meant by, 'push you away', "That's not cool. Can we drop the boat thing already? Seriously."

Randy let out a breath as if he were giving in, "No. Not yet, it's still too funny. I mean come on! She pushed you off a boat!"

"I know! I was there!" he said before they both gave into the hilarity of it. Rene had been afraid he was going to drown at the time, but the thought that he had pissed someone off to the point of literally being thrown off a boat was funny. Even he had to admit that.

"I'll see ya later, dude," Randy said as he caught his breath. They had finally made it to Annie's office.

"Alright," Rene nodded as he walked away and made his way to his rental. He'd take Randy's advice and leave Rose alone for a while. Or well, he'd try at least. If he could remember correctly, he had been trying to do that all along, but his feet wouldn't listen.

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Rose walked cautiously down the hall. The show had ended a couple of hours ago. It was late, but she wanted to be sure she wouldn't have any run ins with Rene when she left. She was determined to avoid him and the confrontation and added stress that was usually associated with him.

She walked out of the double doors, half expecting him to be there. When she didn't see any sight of him, she didn't feel the relief she had been expecting to experience. Instead, it was more like disappointment. She didn't know why, but she was disappointed that he wasn't there. Had part of her actually wanted to talk to him…to see him? 'No. No, I'm just surprised that I could actually go through one Monday night without having to face him,' she reasoned in her mind as her taxi pulled up.

She wouldn't think about it. Rose was determined to get things together. She had been thinking about it all night. Rose was going to devote all of the time she could to her work. She was doing fairly well already. The whole Chris/Trish thing tonight had been her idea. She had been the one to suggest that part where their friends tell them different things, and by the time Trish get there, Chris be gone.

Rose sighed to herself in her cab, "It's official, Rosalyn Bryant. You read too many damn romance novels." With that she lay her head back and relaxed as the cab driver made his way through the city to her hotel.

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Okay, this is ten pages long, lol. Hope you liked it and I really hope I'm doing better. Review and tell me please!

Pammi